Moments with Hanale Charday
New Name
Two young children sit on the cold plastic bench. The station all around them buzz's and bustles with adults. Beyond the door's glass window the children can see the four adults discussing calmly while looking back and forth between one another and the children.
One of the two children, a quiet young girl with dark skin and black eyes stops swinging her legs back and forth and instead turns to her companion. "So your name isn't really Paris?" she asks confused in soft French.
The boy, with black hair and pale skin, turns his vivid green eyes towards her. He shakes his head.
"Then why say it's Paris?"
"I don't have a name." the boy shrugs. "Not one that I can remember at least." Shame fills his gut, hours ago his new friend was praising his name and insisted she show him around the city his family supposedly named him for. Will she even still want to be my friend? He can't help but wonder.
"Don't you want a name?" she asks instead of turning away from him like so many of the adults before her.
He nods staring at the girl's blurry image. Sometimes when he looks at his new friend instead of seeing a human shape he sees a wolf. It's probably nothing, he thinks brushing it off.
"Okay!" the girl voices cheerfully, "then let's pick you a new name!"
"Really? We can just do that?"
The girl shrugs and gets out the I-pad her mother gave her last year. Her mother had dropped it and damaged part of the screen –rendering it useless when it comes to doing sketches and other art projects on it. Still it worked just fine so she decided that Adriane could use it for school work while traveling.
Opening up a baby name site off google Adriane pulled up boy names by alphabet. "Let's pick the first letter first." Showing him the screen with all the letters a through z in large print the boy presses the hazy image of the letter 'H' on the screen and watches it load with a list of names all starting with the letter 'H'. He knows not why, but for some reason the letter calls to him.
"Can you read them to me?" he asks, no longer able to really see the letter properly, the lighting of the screen beginning to hurt his eyes.
Adriane shrugs and begins to read the names aloud, "…Hamlyn…Hanale…Harry…Henry…"
"Hah-na-le?"
"Hanale, yes. Do you like it?"
The boy, Hanale, nods his head. "Yeah, I like that one."
"Hanale it is."
Disclaimer (because I did not want to ruin the mode of the story before it started): I do not own Harry Potter or Avalon –The Web of Magic.
AN: How was it? I am going to be honest I have very little practice with writing these characters and I hope both come off as more or less genuine to who they are. And first before anyone asks, the dialogue is in italics because both of them are speaking in French and this does take place in Paris before Adriane went to live with her Grandmother in the states.
This story came to me when I had the idea for a Harry Potter and Avalon crossover and I was very disappointed to see so few –only four or five not including this one –and all of them were labeled as incomplete with none having been recently updated. So, while I am too busy and not very confident in my ability to write the long story of these two universes crossing over I thought I practice some of the ideas I have.
As you might have noticed in the title this does say "Moments with" so I do plan on doing some more short drabbles on this universe where Harry is raised as Hanale, and just assume that his aunt and uncle abandoned him in the streets of Paris plus in this particular moment he is only six with Adriane being 8.
Hanale is a form of Henry meaning "home ruler" –and guess what other name is a form of Henry!? You are probably right if you guessed Harry! So when I was looking for another name –of which "…Hamlyn…Hanale…Harry…Henry…" were all choices that is the name I went with! Talk about irony.
And I think I have wasted enough of your time –please let me know if you like this story and any ideas that you might have for it. Because I do not consider this a drabble collection, updates will be sporadic for this story at best. I doubt, because of the little few stories that are Avalon and Harry Potter and the small Avalon community in general, this story will be all that popular –but if it becomes popular and interesting ideas come up I will likely update more often than not.
Can't wait to see the future and don't be afraid to look at my other works!
Sincerely, bookgirl111